As it turns out, we’ve only just begun to get to know Barry Bader, who (pending disciplinary action) will ply his scrappy skills at second this year. It turns out, Barry is more than just scrappy. He’s kind of mouthy and not in a good way. He’s mouthy in more of a douche like way. This is not going to serve him well when he has to start driving his father to industrial solvent sales calls in Central City. Those ruffians do not abide any lip from anybody, and they have a special fondness for punishing the pint-sized.
Great appearance by Kaz today. Way to keep it cool, big fellah.
If you came to read today’s strip expecting Barry Bader to already be catching crap about his dad’s DUI, you’ll be disappointed. (I know I was.) Guess that news hasn’t traveled as fast as the news of Kenzie Hanley’s jaw-breaking incident at the Winter Blast. All in good time, I’m sure.
We do at least get the beginnings of the Mouseketeer Roll Call with the returning Mike Granger playing Schroeder to pitcher Lalonde’s Charlie Brown. If this is the same Lalonde from last season, he’s a converted outfielder. There’s a Kaz sighting as a base ump, but that’s about the size of it. As a fan of baseball history I’ve been used to seeing “pint-sized” as an adjective describing 1950’s outfielder Ernie Oravetz; given that Master Bader is a second baseman, however, I expect there’ll be a José Altuve name drop somewhere along the line. Being an aggressive baserunner doesn’t necessarily make one a psycho, and telegraphing it to everyone within earshot isn’t really qualifying material either. No, I’d be on the lookout for more Piersallesque behavior before I slapped that tag on him.
I know we’ve already covered this, but Pete De Windt seems to be someone you would not want to mess around with. I don’t care how scrappy Barry Bader truly is, but give me Pete in a brawl behind Verne’s in Central City any day of the week.
Minus points: Why is panel three still even happening?
Knucklehead, that is an insult I haven’t heard in a long time… Congrats to the folks who sussed out that it would be Wake Forest. What the heck even is a Demon Deacon anyway?
Who cares about any of that, though? It’s back to basketball and Ken Brown is hurt and, and, is Kaz actually pulling off the puffy turtleneck and blazer look? No. No he is not.
Although we’re just two weeks into Welcome Back, Carter I think we’re four games into the season. billytheskink, please check me on this and I’ll edit accordingly:
Oakwood W, 41-30
@ Bastrop W, 14-7
@ Tilden ??? (still not sure if this was why Holly wished Mimi good luck)
@ Jefferson W, “big”
We can rag on Rubin for how he thinks reality show production and current pop culture works, but we can’t say the same about Whigham. The woman in P2 has the universal WTFITS hand gesture down cold.
Pure speculation on my part but I’m guessing what Holly’s “We’re getting better” leaves unsaid is “…so we don’t need to show you, Marty.” Before the love-starved, liquored up and lacquered down Moon tries to get more face time with Holly on and off-camera, he’ll hopefully soon realize Holly’s just playing him for free pub. The combined assault of Team Thorp’s cold shoulders and Marty’s takedowns on WBIG will send Holly and Tricky back to West Hollywood with their tails between their legs.
Holy crap look at those gigantic stairs outside the Milford High teachers lounge! You’d think Kaz, Mimi & co. would have the thighs of speed skaters climbing those bad boys.
Now it’s my understanding that Holly Dobbs left Milford during the second Johnson Administration and Mimi Clover didn’t show up until Jerry Ford was Whipping Inflation Now. How did Mimi develop hard feelings for Holly when their time in Milford didn’t overlap until this fall? Maybe it was all those times Gil called her “Holly” in that bed; good thing the headboard’s padded.
Like a rubbernecker passing a wreck on the highway, Mimi can’t look away from Welcome Back Carter no matter what she says. Here’s hoping Mimi’s rage, fueled by Holly’s crew painting Gil in a bad light, leads to a full-blown catfight at Homecoming. Think of the ratings!
I guess it’s true what they say about Milford: Once you enter the city limits, you get handed a chunky bracelet or four. Holly Dobbs wastes no time in putting the smarm on Marty, who has probably only received come-hither looks from the St. Pauli Girl over the last four decades. Coffee with salad? Guess Marty wants to be sober for Holly’s come-on, real or perceived.
Back to the gridiron and a reminder why the on-field action will take a back seat to the off-field action this fall. Kaz’s talking chin sums up the season in a nutshell, telling us why the Mudlarks will be lucky to make the playdowns, much less make a run at another state title. All those summer camps taught True passing and eating techniques; did they teach him how to take a sack and protect the ball? If not, the increased picks and constant injuries will make Miami of Ohio look as distant as the NFL to him.
In 1967, Holly Dobbs was played by Sally Field.
In 2015, Holly Dobbs is playing Tony Danza.
Mimi was conspicuously absent all summer. What says we’ll see a lot of her this fall?